Archive for the ‘Jessica Coen’ Category

And not just on JessicaCoen.com — which has been updated twice — yes, twice! — in the new year. She’s also begun blogging at Little Gold Men, Vanity Fair’s answer to the 21st century (it’s also an Oscars blog). It’s her first return to blogging since she left Gawker, um, what?, three months ago? To be Vanity Fair’s deputy editor of online something? (Which I wrote about with great sadness before applying for her job — once, Mike, just once.) But she’s back to blogging! I knew she would be …

On Friday, I wrote that we would miss Jessica Coen at Gawker. Those carefree days of future-Jessica-Coen-missing are, today, tragically fallen by the wayside. Jess has been gone for less than one day, and, in that time, Gawker’s run approximately 18 “Ask Lloyd Grove” items, each of which is every bit as wildly amusing and relevant as the last.

Please come back, Jessica.

On the flip side, Heather Cocks is rocking the fuck out as Defamer’s guest blogger today, if that’s really her writing. Don’t get me wrong, I think Heather is a riot, but the voice sounds more like Seth Abramovitch or Mark Lisanti than Fug’s blogger. But what do I know.

It’s Jessica Coen’s last day at Gawker, and out of a loyalty to someone I adored before I even knew her name (and who, to this day, has yet to reciprocate on either count), I just want to state for the record that I, too, think Star EIC Joe Dolce is a total douchebag.

Jessica Coen is leaving Gawker for Vanity Fair, where she’ll be their “deputy online editor.” In my mind, the “deputy” part of this keeps conjuring up an image of a wide-eyed Coen staring up at Graydon Carter, who’s pinning a bronze star on her lapel and saying something along the lines of “Welcome aboard, pard’ner.”

Was Lindsay Lohan paid to go out with Harry Morton? Or did she go out with Harry Morton voluntarily and then get paid to act like she was paid for it? Or did she pay Harry Morton to act like he was paying her to act like she was paid to go out with her and then pay him to act like he was paying her to go out with him but didn’t want anyone to know that he was being paid for it? Or did she marry her lawyer wearing a pink bikini on a yacht off the coast of Nassau just 18 days after the sudden death of her only son? It’s very difficult to keep all this straight.

Did you guys see McSteamy last night?? HE WAS LITERALLY STEAMY!!! Oh, McSteamy, be mine forever?